Wednesday, 10 December 2014


The sky
is a white noise of birds,
bubbling over with starlings

their wings flitting with
the tiniest change in
a single bird's position.

They pop in and out
like particles in the void,
they murmurate in a murmuration

speaking the voice of the wind
as it mutters gently
and unintelligibly

in the fraught
cold winter sky.

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